The Moat.

Along a shallow line
Lies a beautifully molded castle
The sand-like tiny rocks-
Stick together to create a
One of a kind vassal.

The water mixes with salt
Leaving crystals on my feet
As it evaporates from too much time
Spent in the moat-
It’s really rather
Deep.

Everything in its small size
Felt nice, felt fine:
A moat for safety
Was fitting at the time

And now,
I lay with my back brushing seaweed
To stare at the sky and feel the child within me
A glazy sky repeated a scene
The one with the sand in my toes
And the moat to my knees.